relapse (remington leith)

violet.

. - (period) the ending of a sentence or statement.
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"Diana." My eyes were pulled upward at the sound of his voice.

It had been almost 2 years since that incident.
The night he saved my life, the night I almost died.

The boys had grown so quickly and had been touring like crazy. Sometimes I went on tour, sometimes I didn't.
Those times I didn't, I felt I needed reassurance that he still loved me. And I tried to make him promise me he would choose music over me if it ever came to that, but he always said no. I never felt good enough to be put before his career, but his relentless devotion to me fuelled me to stay alive. Maybe that's just what relapse and love does.

"Diana are you even listening to me?"
Remington's warm brown eyes and calloused hands grabbed my face gently.
I put my hands on his.
"Always rem." I smiled.
"Good. Cause I love you." He said quickly kissing my nose.
I blushed madly, just like it was the first time.
"I love you." I replied. He looked at my hands, a few scars on the palms.
The night I fell before meeting him. My hands were cut open. He helped me bandage them.
That's kinda a good metaphor for our whole relationship.

He stood on the balcony of our shared apartment. The sun was going down and the yellow reflection kissed his skin and reflected in his eyes like flicks of shining gold. "You're staring." He said.
"Oh I know." I said with a smirk and he slipped his hand around my waist and quickly tugged me towards him.
I gasped a little. He smirked and kissed my lips, looking me up and down and letting out a deep breath shaking his head in awe.

It made me feel like I was on top of the world.
He tightened his grip on me and we watched the sun set. He pulled out his phone flipping it in his hand. His lock screen was a picture of us, me putting my finger in his nose and his finger in my ear.
His lock screen was the picture I drew of him all those months ago.
The night I met him.
"Amy lee." I could see from between the apps. I know he always kept it on him.
I caught him just staring at it once. Taking it in.
He refuses to let me have it, he's afraid I'm going to throw it out or something. My portrait was drawn on the back of it. I remember the day I found it.
Probably one of the moments I knew I was really in love with him.

"Did you ever think about, you know- getting married?" I blurted out, not really paying attention to what I was saying. But I felt him tense.
"Uh-yeah. -uh- do you?" He got nervous.
I looked to the handsome wild haired boy beside me.
"Sorry that was random." I tried to calm him down, maybe he just wasn't ready.
"Nono, I think about it a lot. Actually." He looked at my face now. I smiled a bit, a small laugh.

He pulled away from me a bit, so he could really look at me. The soft arch of his brow, his intimidating, welcoming, perfect eyes, forever clear skin, and soft lips that belonged to me.
"I think about it more than I should, but maybe that's a good thing."
He looked down.
Then.

He got down.
On one knee, he grabbed my hand gently. "Diana, that rainy night in the bar, to the woman in the sun that stands before me now. I knew from that moment and all this change in between. I wanted you to be mine.
Eternally.
Sempiternally, my highness."
"Will you marry me?"
A diamond ring, a violet hue to the smaller diamonds.

Violet memories flooded back to me.

My mom was laying on the couch as usual, wrapped in the same blanket she had worn for years, it was supposed to be a violet shade, but it had faded to grey.

"How did you get that?" The beautiful boy at the diner asked, his eyebrow shot up. His eyes traveled to the probably purple- violet spot on my cheekbone, but then back to my hand. I shook my head and shrugged, to tell him in was nothing to worry about.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck.
He left small kisses down my jawline and onto my neck, I let out a small moan and he smiled onto my skin.
He reached my shoulder and stopped abruptly.
He pulled down the sleeve of my shirt ever slightly, revealing dark violet fingerprint bruises.
He immediately backed away from me.
Fear all over his face...
I felt my lungs weigh my body down. Oh no.
"Did I- I?" His voice was weak.

Remington Leith Kropp, you had done it again.
Taken my breath away without even being near me.
The words written underneath my portrait.
"Sempiternal, my highness." In violet pen

Remington's eyes were wide "I love you." I mouthed and he dove for me.
I closed my eyes and was ready for the anchors gravity to kick in and pull me into the violet water.
I willed myself to be calm.

But arms were around me.

He changed me, my colours, he's the reason I'm not violet anymore. Not indigo, or black, or grey.
I am pink and yellow and white and happy.
And I am alive.

And I am happy to be alive;
And I-
I say-

"Yes."